Sitting in an internet cafe in Cienfuegos feeling a bit sorry for myself. Its lashing outside ( it is the rainy season after all)and I have Delhi Belly again. I am really annoyed with my sensitive stomach. I clear it all up with immodium and then I start to eat and drink again and it all starts again. Oh well the perils of travelling and I am probably losing weight.
This is a stunningly beautiful town. A mixture of French and Spanish Collonial with everything well mantained. I imagine it looks like small towns looked like in Spain before they got blown up in the war. Its hard to understand how the communism works in this town as there seem to be people who are very well set up and very poor people. Religion was not suppressed so the church bells ring every hour. we are staying with a family for 2 nights here and our appartment!! is as beautiful and elegant as any I have seen in Spain as is the food if only I could eat!!! The other members of the group have not been so lucky. I think the tour leader gives my self and eoin preference because of my age. The Cuban people are amazed that I ahve cinco hicos y siete nietos. Seems it does not happen here. There are still a lot of 1950 Cadillacs here and really old motorbikes like the one in Motorbike Diaries but the taxis in this town are like thwe horse drawn buggies they had in old films set in the Southern States. They trot by with about 12 beautiful, beautifully dressed smiling people (usually black)in the back and its very disorientating for a moment. Every body seems very content even happy with their lot. Everybody is fed. There is rationing for them and there are shortages all the time. One hotel we were in had no pasta for the 2 days we were there. We take our food supply so much for granted. I have to say its a delightful place to be (once i got used to Havana) and I am looking forward to getting to Santiago. I have wonderful photos but the internet here is not capabler of downloading them so i will ahve to wait.
We have been travelling in A dilapidated minibus through fields of sugarcane tobacco plantain oranges and other tropical fruits. We are going to a sugar plantation tomorrow.
Running out of time Bye